My little brother is getting married. After a couple incidents that have not sat right with me, I have decided not to go. He has been married before and that wedding was a lot. I do like his fiancé. Much more open and considerate than his last wife. But a couple things have happened that make me feel that my presence is not really needed. So I am deciding to just just skip the wedding. The first things are personal issues. 1. I don’t drink anymore. Have been sober almost 3 years. There will be nothing but boozing going on the whole time. His first was was a drunk fest, I can’t imagine this one not being. 2. I was injured in my 20s and it took me a long time to recover bot physically and mentally. I’m still not in a great place at 36 and that most likely won’t change. I have nothing to talk about or in common with any one of them anymore. But that is my problem alone. This I acknowledge. Where they come into is a couple instances. 1. When planning first began it was assumed by the pride I would be catering, playing dj or bartending the event. My brother said no, he is a groomsman. 2. A while later I asked about my plus one. I was told by the bride I did not get a plus one. Even as a groomsman. 3. I find out later on I am at a random table with brothers friend from work, and his plus one that is labeled as “rando” since no one knows who he will bringing. 4. Finally, on Sunday I knew that they had wedding plans going on and I was working anyways. Then had plans of my own. While driving home I called my brother to catch up for a minute, we talk almost daily and see each other several times a week. The bride grabs the phone and informs me, not so politely, that he is busy, who he is with and that I am not seeing him today. I pretty much tuned out and hung up.

Now it’s Tuesday and I’ve decided. Im not going. He has yet to stand up for me, ever. Or put me ahead of anything or thought of how it affects me. ( I once waited three hours for him to come pick me up for a ball game. He never showed. Then called me at midnight asking me to come pick him and my uncle up from said ball game because their pick up died.) it’s shit like that constantly and I realize now. My little brother is my best friend; I am not his. I plan on writing him a letter to explain this to him. AITAH?